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THE BLONDE WITH BARE BREASTS

Here...

Burn my nipples.

That's it.

Make it snappy.

Hey, kid.

- I'm dying of hunger. - Me, too. Shall I grab a kebab?

That sounds like a good idea.

I don't have a red cent.

I have two euros. Shall we split a panini?

A panini? Sounds good to me.

- Can you divide it in half? - Not with you.

- I'll do the cutting... - Not you, you old geezer.

- Here. - Thanks.

- If your Dad doesn't sign, it's all over. - Don't we inherit automatically?

Mom never told me if he acknowledged his paternity.

Then the boat goes to the state or something...

- Will it take long, do you think? - The old guy might already be dead.

That doesn't help.

You defend him? After all the beatings?

We can take care of ourselves.

Can you hold the pen? We can stick it in his ass.

We can bribe a nurse.

Both of us.

Do you want an adventure?

- Like what? - To check out Paris.

- That's why we came here. - Me, too.

But it looks very different from the water.

A working cruise?

No, my brother and I have a barge. We're carrying a load of gravel.

- And girls. - Sometimes. Summers are really fun.

- Have you thought it over? - Yes, agreed.

- Can you squeeze your brother? - Can I just talk with Lazlo?

What are you waiting around for? Get to work.

Abramovitch is impatient. You've been warned.

- Do you recognize us? - He hears us.

We've come for the boat.

We must have the ownership papers necessary to work and eat.

Can you help us?

You won't help a soul.

Not even in death.

It smells burned.

You said "well done".

No, I said "with bite". I need to talk over something with you.

A fat job.

We've friends here.

Asshole.

We're going to steal a painting for someone.

- It'll really pay. - How much?

Name a number.

10,000 or so?

200,000. We just have to grab a painting in two minutes.

- Should I do that? - You're a minor.

If it goes wrong, I'll get caught, but I'll get a lesser sentence.

I'm not afraid. I'll do it.

You're a super kid.

- I got lucky with my brother. - You know, Dad said something.

- When you were gone. - What?

- That he liked you. - What?

About the boat --- we get it.

Fruitcake.

Yeah, that's a laugh.

Hey, kid. An aerosol for when things go wrong.

- You owe me a cargo. - No, your father.

- He's dying. - And what do you care?

- I don't want Rivera's any more. - We need it, no matter what.

You won't get a turd.

Not a turd?

- Bite me. - Get moving, asshole.

Louis?

Check this out.

It's full of expensive paintings.

Santa Claus.

- What have you bought? - Some paninis.

Super.

Look at those tits.

She comes with us. This is the painting from the Musée d'Orsay.

I have sandals and a shirt for you. Just like a lousy rich kid.

Tomorrow you go exploring.

Let's see.

Walk.

- Walking agrees with your ass. - Why do I want that?

Come here.

My watch. If we pull it off, it's yours.

You need to secure those sandals.

- I want a pair of Reeboks. - If things go wrong, before I get arrested.

- I'm staying with Reeboks. - Do you want to touch the tits or not?

- Don't pull. - Stop.

Do what I say.

Make sure you aren't noticed. Look at no one, especially not the guard.

Check how high the picture's hanging. Find a way. Clear?

- What did I tell you?! She was wearing the same ones! - Calm down --- who??

The guard had the same sandals. They're girl's shoes.

And the picture? How high up was it hanging?

- She kept watching me. - She watches lots of people.

- Not with such duff sandals! - And the painting?

- That's here. - And the dimensions?

Like so.

Put that thing away, anyway!

Do you have a problem?

Don't be dumb. You have to cut along the edges.

Don't look.

- How did you manage that? - Hocus pocus.

Hey there.

Shit.

- Sop right there. - Stupid bitch.

Julian, I've got it. Where are you?

- Give me that. - What are you doing here?

- What's in it? - Nothing.

- Just nothing. - Show me --- I'm not crazy.

There's nothing in it --- nothing at all.

- Are you crazy? That's a Manet! - Shut up!

Mind your filthy ugly face.

- And? - Where were you?

- Got it? - Yes, now we've got two blondes.

- How's that? - In the storage area.

What? What are you on about?

Let me go.

She chased me. She wanted to take it back.

I'm a guard at the museum. This is a senseless act.

- Give it up. - Watch out or I'll tear it up...

What now?

Help. Help me!

- Crank the motor up to full power. - Help!

Go along with this.

If you yell, I'll get pissed.

Move.

I couldn't help it.

I'm sure.

I could have gotten away, but I had the painting.

- Are we there? - Get her up here.

I want to see our little girlfriend in daylight. Go get her, I said.

- And the buyer of the painting? - I don't think there's a phone signal here.

We want to see how you handle girls.

Let go.

Get lost.

A whore.

Can I have a towel?

- Where are we? - Joinville-le-Pont.

- I don't see a bridge. - She smells good now. Put her back down.

The hold is too damp for a painting.

- The deck's better. - Hurry up.

- You stole it with the frame? - No, she framed it last night.

I'll get the tarp. Should we put something over it?

I'll put it in the shade.

She really is crazy.

She doesn't like being kidnapped.

What do we do now?

We murder her.

I can't do that, not even for you. Anything but that.

I'll do it myself.

Do I get anything?

I haven't eaten anything for twenty hours.

You're trying to communicate with the shore.

I can help you with the sale. Three million dollars.

- That's pretty feeble. - Minimum.

What does she mean?

Go get her.

Come sit here.

Do you know about art?

I have the inventory of items and prices for all the stuff in the museum.

Insane...especially if you're saying the thieves make almost nothing.

You know what the estimated market value of "La blonde aux seins nus" is?

- Four million dollars. - I heard 500 to 600,000.

For that sort of money you have...a Moreau?

- How can you help us? - I'll have to think about that.

Maybe a daring private collector.

You weren't well informed.

Manet is as famous as the Eiffel Tower.

- What do you mean? - It'll be hard to get rid of.

Like you?

I can be quiet, but only if I get something to eat.

- Go ahead. - Thanks.

Do you like crumble?

Apple crumble. That's my specialty.

Our specialty is kidnapping bitches with big mouths. Shut her back in.

If that Manet as famous the Eiffel Tower, then what?

I doubt it.

This is out of our depth.

The bastard does the planning. He does his best.

You know what I find scary?

She looks like the woman in the painting.

But her breasts are smaller, pear-shaped.

Have you touched them?

- What about me? - You missed your chance.

Next is the coroner.

- She has your guitar. - What's wrong with this girl?

She is deranged. She thinks she can make us do anything.

- This is a kidnapping. - Tomorrow we arrange an accident.

She got to me earlier.

You hear that?

Your favorite song.

Can't we ask for a ransom?

Hi. Sleep well?

- What the hell? - The key was in the lock.

I have bought tomatoes, tuna, eggs. And this...

Good enough. Especially for you.

I am accused of the theft. Nice going, guys.

I went to Joinville-le-Pont, but escaped.

- Did anyone recognize you? - No.

Where are you going?

I also bought bread, cooking oil, and beer.

- But now I'm broke. - Walk. Into the hold with her.

Julien, she's running.

Where are we going?

- You're not very talkative. - I guess not.

- Are you the harder of the two? - Mind your count.

What a mess it is here.

Even so.

Pasta with red-lead sauce.

- Do you do the shopping? - With my brother.

- Can't you do anything without him? - We do everything together.

- Do you have a name? - I'm Louis. Julien's Julien.

- Louis and Julien what? - Rivera.

As in "river"? Fine.

Pity --- what a beautiful name for such a criminal.

- What is it? - Are you a fairy?

I wish I were.

You can fish from shore.

Pike and perch.

The smaller's better than larger.

- A Manet stolen... - Damn it!

People.

Stash the painting.

He asked how far it is to Paris. How far?

That good?

Did I do it right?

Good enough.

Look, Pont-Marly.

It hasn't changed since Renoir.

He painted it in 1888.

- What's he up to? - Tell her.

He's drowning kittens.

How wretched.

We're going to eat there tonight.

- Should I hide? - No, they don't get the news here.

No antenna, no TV.

Is that good?

Nice top you've got.

It's eight o'clock. Let's have a glance.

Rosalie Durieux often jumped from job to job. But this time...

it's organized crime.

We have Wi-Fi.

Renoir would be surprised. Nowhere a cable to be seen...

and we get stuff from around the world. Even Al-Jazeera.

- The toilet? - Upstairs, the door to the right.

Who is Rosalie Durieux? Her father is well known in the art world.

For now she is innocent. But everything points in her direction.

She's such an unlikely art thief.

The Manet is very well known in the convoluted workings of organized crime.

A Manet worth $ 20,000,000. What idiot steals something like that?

- What is this? - Rosalie...

What do you mean?

- What's all this? - All this?

Mother has her kittens back. Isn't that nice?

And a father who lost his daughter?

My father works in the museum.

He taught me everything about art. So what?

So you've got good genes.

Twenty million is more than I thought. Cheer up.

We couldn't care less about your tricks.

You're hungry, huh?

You are more to your mother.

My name is Rosalie.

What do you want?

I'm cold. Can I borrow a sweater?

Go ahead.

You can't do that. That's Mom's clothes.

Give her one of yours.

- Haven't you seen the mother? - No.

Collect them, or do you have trouble gathering them together?

I'm making timers for bombs. OK?

- Will it happen soon? - Yeah.

- What do we call them? - I don't know.

I think this is the cutest.

He has the same beautiful eyes as you do.

- Again, no coverage, damn. - They're out looking. They'll find us soon.

Look, an even stroke.

He doesn't bite.

Water police, Louis.

Hide that painting and say this woman's a passenger.

Heave to. We're boarding.

Come out.

- Who's that? - My brother.

- What are you doing there in the dark? - Nothing.

Open it.

I can't, it's stuck.

- What?

- What's this? - My mother's room.

- Is she scrap metal, too? - No, she's been dead for ten years.

- Thanks. - God-speed.

We're still worried about the painting.

- Here I am. - And the painting?

There.

- I held my breath for five minutes. - He screwed up.

That's not true. It depends on the old couple.

Manet sleeps with Renoir. Don't panic.

It's safer there.

She's totally awesome.

She's perfect for us.

Did you see how she kept the cops off our path?

She held her breath for us for five full minutes.

- Let's get it together. - I'm with you.

Don't panic. They have the damned Manet.

How much for us?

- How did you do it? - Shut up, you!

We're rich, very rich.

Shut up already.

He's a hot-tempered type, that brother of yours.

- How does he do with girls? - I don't know.

- Where's the water? - No water. Vodka.

No thanks.

That makes me feel good.

You like the apron. Soon we'll get you one.

- Fuck you! - What's wrong with you?

You don't these types. We'll talk later.

Pole.

French?

Julien, come quickly --- your brother's in a fight.

Keep still.

Take the bottles.

Dumb Pollack.

- I'm against violence. - Yes, and...

Grishkanov.

Listen. The Rivers...Riveras.

You see how it goes.

Bad, though.

Up, Rosalie.

Move it, Julien.

Come on.

Who's going to pick flowers for me?

Especially for me. Slomo's Bunch.

I going ashore.

Go on.

You're drunk and there's a strong current. Stay put.

Then I'll marry one of you. I'm going to sleep.

I'm drowning.

Where were you? We were waiting with breakfast.

- Where are my stones. - I'm in love with her.

What are you on about?

- I couldn't pick her flowers. - You were drunk.

- I took the risk this morning. - No, I'm not blind.

- You went swimming by yourself last night. - Where are the stones?

I see you drooling --- but she's mine.

She's too old for you. Or do you want to fuck your mother.

- You're not my brother anymore. - I'm sick of you.

But we just sail around because you want to be with her.

I know damned well what I'm doing, but you don't have a clue.

What do you want?

Nothing.

Got a match?

Don't toy with my brother. He's very sensitive.

And you?

Not me.

Want to fuck?

Not necessarily.

Chic, in Dupont.

I'm broke, things get tight.

How long can we sail on the reserve tank?

- I asked how long... - An hour.

She's a slut. Just right for you.

- He who laughs last... - Off to bed, you.

Whenever you want.

- When I want? - When I want.

- Who's there? - It's me.

- Do not disturb. - What?

Stop. Open up.

I can't find the key.

Open the door or I'll force it open.

Go ahead.

- Get out. - Non-mugs remain.

- Why did she fall for you and not me? - You tell me.

Because she wanted to get between us.

Hiding the painting at the old folks was smart.

But before the police checks we had, she'd eaten something and had gotten fond of us.

We don't know whether the Manet is real. She could be giving us a runaround.

- You think? - Sure do.

Why not dump her?

That will happen. In Puysan she goes by boat to the bottom and that'll be that.

Like that.

Rosalie is gone. Put the spotlight on.

There she is.

Run!

Shine it on Rosalie.

What game are you playing?

And what game are you playing?

Craps. A game of chance.

I do not believe in coincidences.

- You like wearing her clothes, eh? - Do you hate it?

No, they're just used. I don't get excited about the dead.

And the living?

- Pick a number between two and twelve. - Seven.

- What did I win? - Depends how much you bet.

A whole bunch.

Where are you going, boy? Are you sad?

You must listen.

Nice?

It's all yours.

What's that?

Inside. The guys about the painting are here.

He's inside.

Pus bucket.

Pick a number.

Eleven.

You lose. I don't want you to leave.

- The odds are reversed. - Come here.

Let's stay here. I'm afraid.

You crawled out of your den?

I'm going about the painting to Paris to negotiate. You wait here.

- We share the proceeds with her? - Of course not.

It's just for fun.

Police?

What are you doing? Where are we going?

We should wait for Julien.

He told me we have to stay here.

Upstream is quieter.

Where are you going?

- It's not like me. - Julien? You don't know him very well.

- Yes I do. - He's sitting with his girlfriend.

- Girlfriend? - He's popular with the girls. Here...

Look.

She has the same dress as me.

- And she looks just like you. - Yes, she looks nice.

You smell nice.

Here, for you.

Sweet.

If a golden butterfly flies into the house, someone's going to get married.

Do you have a mother?

But she isn't crazy.

She's set in her ways.

An artist teaching in the wrong time.

Here's what she likes:...

The river, the light...

the Impressionists.

My mother died when I was two.

And our father...he's dying in hospital.

But he belongs in the garbage, after all he's done to us.

He hit us all day every day.

My brother was always got hit double.

He always protected me.

Our only fun was when he took us fishing.

He never had money for a reel.

A girl once said that only losers wear bathing suits. That's right.

- Can't sleep? - No.

- Anything I can do? - No, you know.

Good night.

Don't you get it?

What?

I love you.

You and the girls.

What are you on about?

- Are you sitting there to pose? - No, to eat.

You look like "La Blonde". Did you know?

You're just the model, I do the painting, so shut up.

- A special type. - What kind? Particularly exciting?

Don't mess with my brother --- he might not get your jokes.

"Anna's anus came into the annals."

That's Julien.

If Julien's not back in two hours, I'm going looking for him.

Get yourself wet.

How do you get your dope?

- Tell me. - Have you searched my bag closely?

Very good stuff.

- You get it through your father? - It's in the art.

Art can lead to everything, even gravel.

Turn around.

- I shouldn't worry about him. - Him? The poor wretch.

- Nice to hear. - Why?

Just like that. A poor, rich loser.

What are you doing?

Looking for Julien. You stay here.

You don't get half.

Don't you care about your brother?

- Take back what you said about my brother! - I didn't say anything about him, just about you.

Should I cut it like "La Blonde"?

Julien said to stay here.

Snotty but not for him. He's a bastard.

I get it. You figure it out.

Help.

Julien!

Help.

Tell me. Or a quick bite for you.

- Where's the painting? - I don't know!

You're on your own now.

Where is it? Tell me.

Hurry! Where is it?

Louis, are you there?

Go away.

I got lost.

Tomorrow we leave here.

Forward, but make it march.

Paris is that way.

Don't you dare anymore?

Julien?

Asshole.

- Stop it. - Why did you rat me out?

I only said that the man of the painting was involved in drug deals.

You ratted your own brother.

Asshole.

- Why did you do that? - Stop it.

Fuck you.

Stop it.

OK?

What do you want?

Those guys here yesterday. They asked where the painting was.

- Is that right? - What do you think?

Come here.

What's that? Did I do that?

Rosalie had just left. She was lucky.

She sings for a drink.

Who ratted us out?

Maybe no one. These were more narcotics boys. The wrong section.

- I don't trust here. Be careful with that girl. - She encourages us, but not quite.

- Doctor Abramovitch only comes when he feels safe. - At Puysan is good.

- Where is Puysan? - It's the source of the Seine.

Over two days from here.

Call me at this number and ask for Julien.

Boat out there to the girl. Get the sticks of dynamite ready.

If Abramovitch agrees, it's my decision.

The girl is a handicap.

And the kid, can he keep his mouth shut?

If you come n ear my brother, I rip your guts out.

You've been fucking that girl for two days.

Julien?

Only what you absolutely need. Take no nonsense with it.

- Why aren't we on the ship anymore? - So we don't leave DNA.

Dad's still sick but he's not yet in the ground.

Soon we sleep under a bridge...

and we see the boat sail along with that jerk out of Dufour. Never.

- Is that him? - He must have rustled up something.

We grew up with it. That will always make life difficult.

I feel it here like a knife on my throat.

He's sinking the boat for the insurance money.

But he got nothing. He's struggled for three years for a new boat.

So he couldn't even commit fraud --- the loser.

- He wanted a boat with an extra cabin. - For me?

Yeah.

- I love our boat. - You've never known anything else.

Rosalie's ashore. And it's nice she stayed with us.

Rosalie, the gangster girl hung out with us. Ready.

Manet's our only hope.

- Where's Nino? - He's working over there.

Nino?

Julien Rivera.

You remember, the horses after the tunnel?

- Yes, that was beautiful. - Shall I tell you how it really is?

They can walk around again, before they go to the slaughterhouse.

Get out.

I mean it.

Why should I go? I am referring to good sense.

Julien is a nice guy.

Here it's 40 meters deep.

The entire basin.

I want the money now.

Careful. Tonight I'm working in the quarry.

Blow this up at eight. The police think I'm working with dynamite.

- Have you called? - No.

I need a drink. Can I have a calvados?

What about Rosalie?

Have you locked her up?

- You don't want to give her anything? - You do then?

- She really didn't rat on us. - So what? It's about our ass.

To save my life. It is no joke.

Last time she cried for you.

- Thank you. - Hey, Julot.

- How's it going? - Fine. And you?

- You've certainly heard the good news? - No.

Your Dad passed on. Yesterday.

No, I didn't know.

- Pa is down the pipe. - How did you find out?

Someone from Javel.

Don't cry, man. Not even a sniffle.

Take these guys here: no wife, no brother.

Now that's bad.

We have each other. Together we're strong.

Take a sip. Go ahead.

We'll call the hospital.

Can I talk to Stephanie in oncology?

Julien Rivera.

Stéphanie, Julien.

I'm wondering about my father.

- What time? - Did he suffer?

Quietly passed away...

What that?

Would you read it?

OK.

Thank you.

- He left the boat to you. - To me?

- What exactly does that mean? - That you can do whatever you want.

You can even kick me off. He acknowledged that you're his son.

- You too. - No.

It says that you're his son.

But there are more important things than fathers. Without you I've got no one.

- And the painting? - Too difficult. We give it back.

- You're kidding! - No.

- Should I do this? - We'll ask Rosalie.

- To make up for it with her dad. - Shit, yes.

Me, too.

- You can sail your boat. - You have Rosalie.

- She's in the dark. - I'll take her out. Cast off.

What will you do next?

I don't know.

We'll wait for eight hours tomorrow.

I'll get fired.

- It wasn't me who stole it. - Who, then?

I can't say. Embarrassing, but it should save you.

You, you'll never change.

No, your job. Do you think you'll lose it?

Shut up, you.

After all I've done for you.

Let me alone.

Papa loved mama?

Why do you ask?

It just came to me. I was wondering.

He loved her?

- He has the key. - You've screwed us.

That bastard has the key.

We're taking your little brother.

- You walk like a fag. - What would you expect, after such a beating?

But I'll explain it to Rosalie.

We're not queens.

Maybe she's been arrested.

Rosalie? Never.

Give him what you wanted to.

How did you pick that?

- What would you do with it? - Give it to him.

Bury it.

I've had with that girl.

If she wants to find us, she knows to follow the river.

I sure she will. Wait.

You never change. Idiot.

Come on.

We arranged it with the museum.

Easily a month's work, the canvas is old.

An idiot story.

Julien! Louis!